Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 210

Eve

The roar that beast let out should have shattered the screen. The hairs on my skin rose, every fiber of my being locking up as I watched the impossible unfold before my eyes.

The corpse—her corpse—had vanished.

In its place stood something monstrous.

Towering, its body sleek with shifting shadows, its eyes a haunting, abyssal crimson. A Lycan, but this was no ordinary Lycan, and it was certainly not me. Clawed hands flexed at its sides, its broad shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. The beast was neither fully Lycan nor entirely beast, but something in between—something wrong.

Yet something familiar.

Rhea stirred violently inside me, a hurricane of unease. "I need you to calm down. You cannot react. You mustn't falter," she whispered, but her voice was laced heavily with agitation.

On the screen, the beast snapped its head toward the gathered crowd.

Then it moved.

Fast.

Then—chaos.

A blur of sinew and fury, it tore through the execution platform with a single bound, its claws slicing through armor and flesh alike. The once-orderly ceremony erupted into madness. Screams. Gunfire. Blood.

My father leaned forward slightly, a satisfied gleam in his eye. "Now this is where it gets interesting."

I barely heard him. My mind was a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts, of memories that weren't mine clashing with what I was seeing.

Because this creature—this impossible, vengeful thing—wasn't just something I had painted in nightmares.

It was something I knew.

"It isn't you, Evie," Rhea's voice was pleading.

An image flashed—an extraction. Agony blossomed at the base of my spine, and I had to bite back a yelp. I had always wondered why they had extracted my spinal fluid.

As it would turn out, it was so that they could create beasts that served their agendas. To make things even more terrifying, those were the memories my mind didn't drown out—the ones I still recalled.

What else had they done?

What more could they be capable of?

The thought shook me to my core.

The beast tore through the crowd like a hurricane of death.

Guards opened fire, their bullets tearing through the air in rapid succession. The deafening crack of gunfire rang out, but it did nothing. The bullets—ones meant to tear through even the thickest Lycan hides—sank into its flesh, only to be spat out moments later, the wounds sealing as if they'd never been.

I gritted my teeth, my fingers curling into fists beneath the table. My heart pounded against my ribs, bile rising in my throat as the scene continued to unfold.

They had made this.

They had made it from me.

Civilians ran in every direction, their panicked screams rising over the gunfire. Chaos swallowed the execution grounds whole. People tripped over one another, crushing the weak underfoot in their desperation to escape. A mother dragged her child behind her, stumbling—but she was too slow. The beast lunged—one massive clawed hand closing over her back—and with a single motion, she was gone.

The child's wail was lost beneath the next volley of bullets.

The bile in my throat thickened. My stomach churned violently. I wanted to look away, to tear my eyes from the screen, but I couldn't.

I have to watch. I have to see what they've done.

The beast moved again, its crimson gaze sweeping the platform, its breath ragged, its form shifting, warping, as though its very existence was unstable. Another set of guards rushed it, their weapons drawn. One of them—a Beta by the look of his uniform—raised a silver-tipped spear and lunged.

The beast turned.

And then, with a flick of its claw, the man's torso separated from his legs. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}